Novel & Cerita Novel Suspect

The headline read: "MYSTERIOUS FIRES PLAGUE LOCAL BUSINESSES - POLICE SUSPECT ORGANIZED CRIME My heart hammered against my ribs. Below the article, my mother's scribbled handwriting wrote words that I couldn't make out. I flipped through more entries, my hands shaking. It was like Hailey knew how tense I was as she had gone quiet. I turned to her direction to confirm my suspicions, but baby girl nodded off. It's about time. November 25th – V is starting to suspect me. I think I've been acting strangely. He knows something's wrong.

"I understand your suspicions because I was thinking the same thing. The case we're dealing with is very complicated and we still need a lot of evidence and clues to unravel it, but suddenly a servant comes along without much resistance to be used as a perpetrator." "Yeah, of course, I'm suspicious, Ruby." Zacharias looked deeply into my eyes. He seemed to be channeling his trust in me. "Me too. There's no way this complicated case is going to end because of a waitress," Zaire added. My hand moved to pound on the table. The loud noise made my husbands focus only on me, not on their thoughts which must be like tangled threads at the moment. "Therefore, I'm picking up another oddity here. Isn'

"I found an incriminating piece of evidence that the murderer left behind yesterday!" Everyone was excited. To save time, I started leading them straight to the suspect's house, explaining, "The crux of this case is the murderer's use of the knife this time…" However, the moment I stepped outside the headquarters, my phone started vibrating. I pulled it out and took a look. Immediately, the latest headlines burned a hole in my eyes. "Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!"

"Yes, that's the man who met me at the apartment. But who is he, and what does this mean for me?" The detective explained that this person had been spotted around the apartment building in the days leading up to the incident. Moreover, he had contact with Cassie, the deceased's girlfriend. "Cassie has become a major suspect," Detective Turner revealed, his tone somber. "We'll be focusing on interrogating her and finding the whereabouts of this mysterious man. However, for the time being, I must ask you not to leave London. There are still questions that need answers." Sophia felt relief and apprehension. The weight of suspicion was shifting. She nodded in understanding, determination gleamin

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

I cut in immediately. Victor paused. “No?” “I don’t think it was him,” I said firmly. He studied my face. “You’re sure?” “I’m certain,” I replied. “He’s angry. Broken. But he’s not cowardly. He wouldn’t hide behind street thugs. He’d look her in the eye.” Victor nodded slowly. “Then who?” I hesitated. Not because I didn’t know, but because saying the names out loud made everything more real. “I have three suspects,” I said carefully. “And none of them are strangers.”

A stage built to find out the mole faster. Connor’s voice comes through the earpiece. “The bait’s in position. No chatter from the others. You think he’ll bite?” “He’ll bite,” I say quietly, eyes fixed on the darkened yard beyond the cracked window. “Rats always do when they think the cat’s asleep.” For weeks now, I’ve been feeding each of the five suspects different pieces of false intel. Watching. Waiting. Listening for the echo. And one echo came back. The wrong location. The wrong time. The right man. Silvio. My uncle. The same man who swore loyalty over blood and bourbon.

“Okay.” “But tell me,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “do you have someone in mind? Anyone you suspect?” I pressed my lips into a thin line, my mind racing. Slowly, I shook my head. “I really don’t know. But… there is someone I kind of suspect. I just—” I hesitated, chewing on my lip. “I can’t give my word on it.” “Sure,” Maddox nodded, understanding written across his face. “It’s just suspicion. Nobody’s going to be arrested. We’ll just look closer, that’s all. So… who’s the one in mind?”

Hunter glanced over at the young woman holding onto his sleeve, her face pale and anxious. “For what reason?” Hunter asked coldly, his voice unwavering. “You are familiar with our colleague who was recently admitted to the hospital. She has been identified as the prime suspect in the case.” “Suspect?!” Melissa and Daniella exclaimed in unison, their voices dripping with shock. Melissa sneered, “We have a felon in the family—a mistress for a mother and a criminal for a daughter. I guess disgrace runs in the blood.” Aleah clenched her fists at the cruel remark, her grip on Hunter’s sleeve tightening in an attempt to suppress the anger boiling inside her. Hunter felt the tension in her hold, si

he said, searching through files. “Yes… I have a hunch that these crimes are connected, my first accident, vandalization of my office and now this kidnapping.” “Do you have any suspects?” I brought out pictures of Peter, Louisa, Clinton, my step mother and even Caleb. No one is to be trusted, there were many reasons for them to come for me. “These two,” I pointed to Caleb and Clinton, “I'm not too sure but just keep an eye on them, they would never hurt me but it's always the closest one.”